Thought I had a home intruder last night.
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You can't shoot ghosts you know...
Next time I'll go for a vacuum cleaner.
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@RBXChas - How lovely! I know many people who have told similar stories, and I always find them very heartwarming.
@Dbroerse - Epic. You really should have told your Bro it was something horrific. Just went back to bed with wide eyes and stayed silent over his questioning. haha
Ok now I will tell me own story. It doesn't involve seeing anything, and it could also be my own mind comforting me, but here goes:
3 nights after Mum died ( I was 14 ) I lay in my bunkbed crying. First time I'd let it all loose, and in true child-like fashion I was bawling my heart out. You know, the style where your out of breath and slabbering and all sorts?
This went on for, God, an hour maybe? And then out of nowhere, I felt the most intense rush of energy. But I was in the dark, could't see a thing. I can only describe it as:
Everything in the room, on a molecular level, became "Mum". The air, the bed, ME, etc. Not just " energy " , it was her. Without a shadow of a doubt in my wee broken heart. I felt like without any physical touching sensation, that she had wrapped her entire soul or entity around me, like a cuddle.
I literally konked out that second. I experienced this feeling for all of 1-2 seconds but it was so intense I either passed out, or was comforted like a baby in my mothers arms, that I was able to sleep. Having not been tired at all.
I woke up the next morning, feeling as if I had never slept. Like the past 4 hours sleep had been in the blink of an eye and couldn't contain myself when telling everyone what I felt.
Was it her spirit? Or was my brain protecting myself? Who knows. But I still tell that story regularly, and most people go. " oh, right.
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I woke up one night to the sound of something falling or being dropped on the wood floors downstairs. It had a very distinct sound compared to, say, something falling off a shelf in the laundry room and hitting the tile. Anyway, none of our four dogs stirred, surprisingly, so I thought maybe I'd imagined it. I once had a possible sleep paralysis thing happen to me (where I woke up with a supposed dark presence holding me down), so I wondered if that was it, but I was so weirded out that I woke up my husband. He didn't believe me because he didn't hear it and because the dogs didn't stir.
Our daisies with special shotgun pollen was downstairs (we had been showing it to my FIL and forgot to bring it back up), so now I'm freaked that someone's in the house and now has a lovely bouquet of flowers! I didn't go back to sleep, but I watched my son's video monitor like a hawk to make sure no one went in there, and since my iPad was downstairs, I used my iPhone to track it to make sure it didn't move, since I figured any thief would surely grab that.
Finally when the sun came up I walked over to the balcony overlooking the family room, and a big book that had been on the shelf was on the floor about six feet away from the bookshelves.
Basically there's no way it could have gotten there without force. If it had fallen, it wouldn't have been so far away from the shelf. It was one of my husband's really old books and was open (face down) to a story by some author. I Googled him to make sure it wasn't his birthday or something, but it wasn't.
Our house was built in 2009, and this happened in 2012. The shelves are also new and stable, and we've never had anything fall from them.
However my brother lives down the street in a house that was built in 2007, and they've had tons of weird stuff happen.0 -
OP, oh my I would've been freaked out, too! Has that skull always been in the right corner of your window? At first I thought it was cobwebs but I zoomed in on it and it's definitely a skull!
Are you sure no one got into your house? Was anything stolen or different? Someone could have always gotten into your house before you locked it up for the night, hid out somewhere and come out once you guys were asleep. (Hate to change the pace from paranormal to, well, normal haha
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We're in a relatively crime free area (knock on wood) and I keep things locked 24 hours a day. That said, nothing was missing.
I put the skull there just to be silly.
It's a little ceramic glow in the dark skull I got at Disney land like... 25 years ago.
I'm always one for a rational explanation to everything. However, especially late at night, my mind really likes to dabble in the irrational. When it was all done, and I was laying in bed, I could just feel icy pinpricks down the nerves in my back - hair standing up on neck - as if something was watching me through the window.
Something that wouldn't be there if you looked - but still, just maybe, if you turned your head fast enough you might catch it in the corner of your vision... So you turn slowly, very slowly, with held breath, hoping it's gone by the time you fix your eyes into the darkness through the window.
And it's gone, never there, of course. ..but even then, maybe just in the back of your mind, you can make out two black circles, just slightly darker than the rest, like sunken eyes watching you from the night.
Ridiculous, of course. Just a bit of seeing what you expect, or spots in your vision. floaters.
Still. funny how even a non-superstitious person like myself can get a little carried away, that late at night.
Have you ever checked your house for EMF (electro magnetic something…. blah) emissions? I have heard that sometimes high EMFs can cause feelings of being watched, etc, although that doesn't explain the light going on and off, unless there is faulty wiring. Old wiring is a frequent cause of EMF problems (but your house isn't all that old).
On the flip side, many ghost hunters claim that high EMFs can fuel paranormal activity. :laugh: :devil:
Anyway, just a thought.
I had faulty light switches in my kitchen that we replaced, and while they caused the lights to flicker or go on or off unexpectedly, the switches themselves never moved. That is why I think the OP's account of hearing the switch actually flip/click/whatever is weird.0 -
This reminds me of the time my brother and I slept in the basement. It had been so hot that summer that even with the air conditioning on sleeping was a misery. The basement was still fairly cool, though. I was about 12 or 13 which would make my brother 9 or 10.
So there we are, sound asleep, when we were awakened by the sound of someone tapping at the window. At first I wasn't sure it was real, but it kept repeating, 4 or 5 knocks of insistent tapping. Well...I wasn't real keen on this, to say the least. I'd been gotten a copy of the audiobook Jerusalem's Lot by Stephen King at the library, which I'd really enjoyed, and had led me to get the book 'Salem's Lot which turned out to be about vampires. Naturally, vampires have to be invited in, so if you're asleep they'll knock on your window to wake you up and get your attention.
Certainly I don't expect any of my friends or my brother's friends to come to our window in the middle of the night. Even if they wanted to, and were successful in sneaking out, how would they know we were sleeping in the basement that night? Clearly, under the circumstances vampires make the most sense.
I check with my brother to see if he's awake. Oh, yeah! He's awake...maybe I can pull rank and get him to check the window. His response is unambiguous: NFW.
So it's on me. A Big Brother job. We're in the basement so the window is just above grade level. There is a set of horizontal blinds (closed) obscuring the view, so in order to see who or what is tapping I'll have to go right up to the window and pull the blinds up. I crawl over to the window which puts me below grade. I get over to the window and am crouched underneath it, reaching towards the cord that controls the blinds with one shaking hand when it happens again. Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap!
I pull back my hand pretty quick and sit there evaluating my options. Open the blinds within arms reach of the vampire, separated by only a thin piece of glass? Nah....go back to bed and forget about it? Fat chance...Somehow coerce my brother into taking over? Yeah, right. What to do?
As I'm crouching there it happens again. Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap! Right then I decide to open the blinds. I'll open them suddenly, that way I'll startle the vampire. Before I lose my nerve, I reach up and grab the cord to the blinds and pull. The blinds go up, making that inimitable sound that blinds make when they are ripped open suddenly. What do I see?
Nothing. No vampire. No cold, skeletal hand. No friend playing a joke, either. Nothing. Slowly I stand up so I'm head height with the window and peer out into the right, my nose pressed to the glass. I strain my eyes and try to make out the dark shapes in the yard, looking, perhaps, for a vampire.
Tap! Tap! Tap! Geez-Louise! I can feel the glass moving against my nose! I pull back instinctively and scan the window for the tapper. Finally, I see it.
Right at ground level, barely discernable amongst the debris on the ground, is a toad. He's obviously not a Mensa member, because he's hopping against the window, headbutting the glass each time. Tap! Tap! Tap!
I let the blinds close and head back to bed. I don't recall what I told my brother it was. Probably the truth, though if I'd been a proper big brother I'd have reported "Vampire. Scared him off."
That was quite a long time ago. In honor of that occasion, I have composed a haiku, modifying some of the details, thus cleverly disguising the nature of my fear while still maintaining the emotional impact of the experience. If I ever forgive my brother for making me go to the window BY MYSELF perhaps a will add a second verse, juxtaposing the existensionalism of man with the bonds of brotherhood, thus lending a sense of verisimilitude to the narrative.
Ready? <Clears throat>
Frozen pond
Jumping frog
Stupid reptile.
Thank you.
Did your toad look like this?
Vampire-toad, lol.0 -
OOooh I loooove ghost stories!!
But I am sad that nobody put a casper the friendly ghost peeking out from behind the shower
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Here's a picture of the bathroom.
We all know that paranormal activity shows up on cameras as blobs, or streaks, or other things that can't be explained by science.
Behold, ghost-free bathroom:
Look more closely at the reflection in the 2nd window for a few seconds. Once you let your eyes relax you'll see it.
Oh, no you did NOT!
I ain't dun nuffink, guvnor.0 -
Apparently no one here is spending too much time looking at that bathroom picture. I didn't see it till the third page at least. Now stop sub-consciously freaking me out!0
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I had a middle of the night home intruder once. Turns out, it was a flying squirrel (which was beyond cool because I had never seen one before). Luckily, this was before the cats. The outcome could have been completely different.0
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I had a middle of the night home intruder once. Turns out, it was a flying squirrel (which was beyond cool because I had never seen one before). Luckily, this was before the cats. The outcome could have been completely different.
You mean... it'd be like a scene from Battle of Britain? Or have I misunderstood you?0 -
Spooky stories!
So, kind of funny. Last night I flipped on just that light and went to bed. To see if it would pop off - you know - from an electrical issue.
Here's the jacked up thing:
What was on a couple nights ago WAS NOT that light. No, that light is about three times brighter.
What I saw the other night was more mellow, and more orange.
I doubt it was an outside light, since it didn't come in through the bedroom window. And I have those heavy shutters on the bathroom window.
So it must just have been one of those waking dream things...0 -
Spooky stories!
So, kind of funny. Last night I flipped on just that light and went to bed. To see if it would pop off - you know - from an electrical issue.
Here's the jacked up thing:
What was on a couple nights ago WAS NOT that light. No, that light is about three times brighter.
What I saw the other night was more mellow, and more orange.
I doubt it was an outside light, since it didn't come in through the bedroom window. And I have those heavy shutters on the bathroom window.
So it must just have been one of those waking dream things...
Maybe your wife left a candle on in the bathroom that finally flickered out?0 -
Spooky stories!
So, kind of funny. Last night I flipped on just that light and went to bed. To see if it would pop off - you know - from an electrical issue.
Here's the jacked up thing:
What was on a couple nights ago WAS NOT that light. No, that light is about three times brighter.
What I saw the other night was more mellow, and more orange.
I doubt it was an outside light, since it didn't come in through the bedroom window. And I have those heavy shutters on the bathroom window.
So it must just have been one of those waking dream things...
Maybe your wife left a candle on in the bathroom that finally flickered out?
Funny you say that. It had that soft, warm glow that candles do. But no flickering. And we don't use candles.0 -
Aw **** just got real...0
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Lucid dreaming.
'Course, I say that and I think I've been attacked by daemons at night, so there ya go.0 -
Awww ****, I'd grab my **** and go!! no guns gonna save you from that paranormal **** lol0
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Sounds like someone has a haunted bathroom....
My thoughts exactly! Did something awful happen in there, by chance?0 -
Probably been used but, don't have time to read through the pages....
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Artist's depiction of the home intruder
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Sounds like someone has a haunted bathroom....
My thoughts exactly! Did something awful happen in there, by chance?
Every time I have had Chipotle, yes.0 -
Sounds like someone has a haunted bathroom....
My thoughts exactly! Did something awful happen in there, by chance?
Every time I have had Chipotle, yes.
^ Help! Call 911 (and possibly Hazmat)!! I can't breathe. Not sure if it's your statement or the noxious gases :laugh:0 -
hahaaa0
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Here's a picture of the bathroom.
We all know that paranormal activity shows up on cameras as blobs, or streaks, or other things that can't be explained by science.
Behold, ghost-free bathroom:
Is it Halloween and I just don't know it? Because there's a skull in the window...just a bit creepy!
Edited to say: I read through the thread and I won't be sleeping for the next 24 hours or so now!0 -
Next time, remember to yell out "HEY," then unload or you could get 25 to life.0
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Next time, remember to yell out "HEY," then unload or you could get 25 to life.
Meh, depends on the state.
Where I'm at, I'd rather just be sure to shoot them before my dog attacks because I'll walk, but she could get put down as aggressive 0 -
More than once I've had to "clear" my house with a handheld bouquet of lead and steel. I don't have any of the wonderfully creepy stories that can be found upthread, but here's one that really did happen to me, with real people and not ghosts.
First, know that I work from home a lot. Most days, that means crawling out of bed and stumbling into my office at about 9am. I generally do not stop to get dressed, but nobody I work with knows I'm in my boxers most of the time. It's comfy, sue me. Also know that my dog is basically a giant set of female genitals, but she does lose her mind if someone comes to the door. Or walks on the sidewalk. Or drives by slowly. My office is upstairs and I keep my door closed to prevent invading animals, but if I tip the blinds I can see the entire front yard and driveway. I can't quite see the front door, though, as our front porch is recessed a bit behind the plane that my office window is on. If I were to open my office door and head for the stairs, any one who thought to look up would see me clearly through the giant window that sits atop the front threshold.
One day, after a few hours of workin' for the man in my skivvies, I am quite startled by a /BANG BANG BANG/ on the front door. Not a normal knock, not even an authoritative police-style knock. This was a loud bang, as if trying to wake the dead. Dog loses it. I think "wtf" and tip the blinds. I see no unfamiliar cars, no people, nothing. Here I am in my very svelte and masculine boxers. Sexy to be sure, but not exactly confrontation attire. I opt to continue working, as it is most likely someone trying to sell magazines or cable TV or newspapers or bug service or lawn service or omaha steaks. No matter what they're selling, I'm not interested and I got crap to do.
About 30 seconds later, as the dog is really ramping up her vicious snarls, barks, growls, and other criminal-scaring tactics, and /BANG BANG BANG BANG/ on the door again. F me, this is getting real... the dog is trying to eat the wall, and my spidey senses have gone from "ignore" to "protect and defend". My mind thinks back to the recent issue we had in my neighborhood of a man jumping fences and kicking in back doors in the middle of the day while most people are at work. *That* man was put in the hospital by my newly second-favorite dog - my neighbor's German Shepherd. I don't think he's going to try us again, but what other explanation could there be? Either way, I could not let this one slide. Knocking a couple times is no big deal... BANGing on my door repeatedly is going to get my attention.
I grab the smaller-caliber bouquet I keep in my desk drawer and jog into the bedroom for the nearest dirty t-shirt I can snag from the hamper, throw on some shorts, put the little bunch of daisies in my pocket, and haul butt downstairs. I'm 6'6" and 300ish lbs, but I can move when I need to. I didn't see him, he didn't see me... but when I picked up the 12ga scatterflower I keep by the door and opened said door, barrel first (pointed at the ground, of course)... nobody was there. W. T. F.
I put the shotty back in its nook and stepped outside. I looked down the block in both directions. I locked the door behind me and checked the back yard, the sides, the entire perimeter (daisies still happily resting in my pocket), but nothing. nobody in sight. I go back inside and try to calm down the little 30 lb 12-yr old australian cattle dog who has convinced herself she's a battle-bred pit bull on steroids.
After a few minutes, the canine aggression has slowed to a growl, with some raised haunches to let me know she's still on full alert, even if the immediate threat has passed. Good, maybe I can get back to work...
/BANG BANG BANG BANG/
This time I'm only seconds from the door, already dressed and already armed. Dog has gone back to DEFCON 1. I unsheathe the daisies, throw the door open and point all 1911 petals right at this man's groin. I'm not only huge, but also shaved bald with a beard... intimidating at first glance, no doubt.
"WTF do you think you're doing, banging on my door?" I challenged.
"Uh, *kitten*, um, I... wrong house," he quickly stammers.
"Who are you looking for?"
(trembling, probably urinating) "Jeff?"
"I've lived here for 7 years. There is no Jeff anywhere near here. Get the hell off of my porch and as far away from my neighborhood as you possibly can. Now. The police station is less than a mile from here and I know most of them personally. I'll be happy to introduce you if you want to stick around."
I don't know if he ever found Jeff, but he left post haste. He ran, full tilt, until he was out of my sight. I told one of my cop buddies about it the next day. They said he matched the description of a suspicious man that had been spotted a couple of times already, wandering the neighborhoods nearby. They were most appreciative that I had confronted him (and hopefully scared him off), but gave me some fresh business cards to call next time 0 -
^^ Damn!
I've heard stories of people banging on front doors, and sending someone to go jump in the back yard while the homeowner is distracted.
I keep everything deadbolted. Every time.0 -
Why do I always read this thread when it's close to bedtime? Maybe I should just stay up for another while. lol0
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More than once I've had to "clear" my house with a handheld bouquet of lead and steel. I don't have any of the wonderfully creepy stories that can be found upthread, but here's one that really did happen to me, with real people and not ghosts.
First, know that I work from home a lot. Most days, that means crawling out of bed and stumbling into my office at about 9am. I generally do not stop to get dressed, but nobody I work with knows I'm in my boxers most of the time. It's comfy, sue me. Also know that my dog is basically a giant set of female genitals, but she does lose her mind if someone comes to the door. Or walks on the sidewalk. Or drives by slowly. My office is upstairs and I keep my door closed to prevent invading animals, but if I tip the blinds I can see the entire front yard and driveway. I can't quite see the front door, though, as our front porch is recessed a bit behind the plane that my office window is on. If I were to open my office door and head for the stairs, any one who thought to look up would see me clearly through the giant window that sits atop the front threshold.
One day, after a few hours of workin' for the man in my skivvies, I am quite startled by a /BANG BANG BANG/ on the front door. Not a normal knock, not even an authoritative police-style knock. This was a loud bang, as if trying to wake the dead. Dog loses it. I think "wtf" and tip the blinds. I see no unfamiliar cars, no people, nothing. Here I am in my very svelte and masculine boxers. Sexy to be sure, but not exactly confrontation attire. I opt to continue working, as it is most likely someone trying to sell magazines or cable TV or newspapers or bug service or lawn service or omaha steaks. No matter what they're selling, I'm not interested and I got crap to do.
About 30 seconds later, as the dog is really ramping up her vicious snarls, barks, growls, and other criminal-scaring tactics, and /BANG BANG BANG BANG/ on the door again. F me, this is getting real... the dog is trying to eat the wall, and my spidey senses have gone from "ignore" to "protect and defend". My mind thinks back to the recent issue we had in my neighborhood of a man jumping fences and kicking in back doors in the middle of the day while most people are at work. *That* man was put in the hospital by my newly second-favorite dog - my neighbor's German Shepherd. I don't think he's going to try us again, but what other explanation could there be? Either way, I could not let this one slide. Knocking a couple times is no big deal... BANGing on my door repeatedly is going to get my attention.
I grab the smaller-caliber bouquet I keep in my desk drawer and jog into the bedroom for the nearest dirty t-shirt I can snag from the hamper, throw on some shorts, put the little bunch of daisies in my pocket, and haul butt downstairs. I'm 6'6" and 300ish lbs, but I can move when I need to. I didn't see him, he didn't see me... but when I picked up the 12ga scatterflower I keep by the door and opened said door, barrel first (pointed at the ground, of course)... nobody was there. W. T. F.
I put the shotty back in its nook and stepped outside. I looked down the block in both directions. I locked the door behind me and checked the back yard, the sides, the entire perimeter (daisies still happily resting in my pocket), but nothing. nobody in sight. I go back inside and try to calm down the little 30 lb 12-yr old australian cattle dog who has convinced herself she's a battle-bred pit bull on steroids.
After a few minutes, the canine aggression has slowed to a growl, with some raised haunches to let me know she's still on full alert, even if the immediate threat has passed. Good, maybe I can get back to work...
/BANG BANG BANG BANG/
This time I'm only seconds from the door, already dressed and already armed. Dog has gone back to DEFCON 1. I unsheathe the daisies, throw the door open and point all 1911 petals right at this man's groin. I'm not only huge, but also shaved bald with a beard... intimidating at first glance, no doubt.
"WTF do you think you're doing, banging on my door?" I challenged.
"Uh, *kitten*, um, I... wrong house," he quickly stammers.
"Who are you looking for?"
(trembling, probably urinating) "Jeff?"
"I've lived here for 7 years. There is no Jeff anywhere near here. Get the hell off of my porch and as far away from my neighborhood as you possibly can. Now. The police station is less than a mile from here and I know most of them personally. I'll be happy to introduce you if you want to stick around."
I don't know if he ever found Jeff, but he left post haste. He ran, full tilt, until he was out of my sight. I told one of my cop buddies about it the next day. They said he matched the description of a suspicious man that had been spotted a couple of times already, wandering the neighborhoods nearby. They were most appreciative that I had confronted him (and hopefully scared him off), but gave me some fresh business cards to call next time
WOW. Great reading and well done for scaring him off so well.0 -
Sometimes in the state between asleep and awake, we'll still be dreaming... My doctor says it's a low level of sleep called "Level 1", where you can experience "Rational Dreams". I've had them, when I suffered insomnia. I could manage to make it into Level 1 sleep only, without actually losing consiousness.
There are days at work I was convinced that it was raining down the glass of one window, and not the other. I have seen items move inexplicably. I've shoveled snow in the driveway in July (I'm in Canada, but we still don't get snow in summer... today we were 38 C, which is over 80 F). I've also pet a cat that died several years ago in my living room.
They're not "fantasies" of things that can't happen/couldn't happen like pink bunnies playing hockey on the ceiling. They're realistic dreams of everyday occurances. You probably DID see your wife in the bathroom. It's alright... as long as you're sleeping regularly. When I was in the worst of my insomnia, I was off work, and had my drivers' license taken away by doctors.
The dog was likely reacting to your paranoia. They feed off your emotions. I wouldn't worry about his behaviour. If there was someone in the house, he would likely have gone after them... either for attention, or to attack.
Sleep will mess you up. Please make sure you get enough sleep, and don't deprive yourself. (As I type this at 2am when I have to work tomorrow....) if you continue to have issues, I would recommend seeing a doctor.0
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